instead of squirting myself I spray a paper towel and inhale deeply, the set the paper towel on the desktop next to me… there is a warm, mellow feeling of balance and acceptance, like being really old in a good way, having seen and done it all with no regrets… I go over to the gym for workout, the guy who runs the place is in a nasty divorce, I seem to be calming him down too… there is a therapeutic even quality here… back to the office I get a call out of the blue from an old friend who has prostate cancer and is terrified… back in the mone waft from my paper towel too… we’re talking about this and the absurdity of worrying about death… it occurs to me that dying doesn’t bother me in the slightest and I start cracking afterlife jokes… the end of the self on the earth plane ? Nooooo problemo… do we suddenly blink out on this plane and snap to on a beach drinking out of a coconut ? There is no pain, no anxiety on this subject… it seems extremely funny actually… later that evening go over to see former SO (that’s “significant other” in PC speak) and giver her a bottle of low dose TAL to play with, anyway I find myself unusually patient and mellow around her, untightening the cap on her TAL bottle I take in a big whiff and all of the sudden everything seems romantic and glowy… let out a long woowwwww, she laughs and turns red, the dog sniffs the cap with great interest, he’s fascinated by this new scent… I’m sooo tired, its late, I have to go home and get sleep… checked Jasmin’s blog before retiring… she had a vigorous response to a combination of methoxy-est and TAF, clearly there is more to this story…
do you see any visual shift? colours look warmer?
no perceptual shits
methoxy-est feels deep, leaves the perceptual machines alone, perhaps it is a philosopher’s aid.
MOET + copulins + TAF +nols = fun massage oil?
well maybe better not to put the TAF in the oil given overdose risk?
Which, again, ties in to the later parts of life. (all elders lean towards the philosophical)
Interesting.